Can you help with short story idea?

Question

I want to write a short short story but I'm completely buzzed out of ideas. I did this before on a state test when they gave you a whole beginning of a story then you had to finish it. That seemed really fun and because they had that whole part the ideas just flowed to me. So if anyone felt like it would you like to give me a beginning to continue? I'll settle for any kind of topic! :D

Answer 1

This seems really fun, even though I'm doing the beginning. I'm not sure if this will maintain as a "short story" but I always liked cliffhangers (even though I hated them at the same time), and how the reader always has to guess what the writer is planning to do. In this case, we're both making the story, so this will be much more fun. Well, here goes:



I hurried as fast I could, posting up sheets of paper that had a picture of a small, tabby cat. My cat. My lost cat. My Rudy. It happened somewhere in the Happy Mart, where Rudy happened to be in a dark situation with a small, light pink poodle. I wasn't really paying attention since I was shopping for cat food, but Rudy ran outside of Happy Mart with the sassy poodle running after him. I haven't seen Rudy in four days since that unlucky encounter.



I felt guilty. Why wasn't I looking after Rudy? I sighed, and my heart dropped down to my stomach, and I felt doubtful that I would ever find Rudy again. After all, I was prone to losing things. No one ever stayed in the same place. I even had my lost mother, Autumn, to sum it up for me. As soon as I thought of losing everybody dear to me, I crumpled up down on the streets of New York City, and cried. I felt so lonely. Rudy was my only friend. How could he disappear? Tears started to flow down my eyes, sadness and pain took over my body.



I clenched my fist hard. I didn't care what outsiders thought. Everyone was gone from me. Everyone important. I was alone, but not without my mean, annoying Aunt Suzy, of course. Suddenly, everything burst open from me. I cried - out loud. Hard. Why? Why did he leave me? That stupid poodle! I screamed, and burst into another generation of tears. If only if I weren't so naive. If only... if only...



Someone patted my head. It was so abrupt and sudden. I wiped away my tears and stood up. I was alarmed to see a woman in her mid twenties, with beautiful long, blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. She looked like me. She looked so familiar.



Only one word came from my mouth. Mother.



- s u k i



P.S, I hope you liked it. I'm not sure if this is what actually sounds like what was on your state test, but I hope you liked it anyways! I really want to see the second part of the story, so can you email it to me at [e-mail]? Thanks a bunch. Also, I could email you more short stories! This was fun (x

Answer 2

Once upon a time there lived a proud princess, who ruled a powerful kingdom, and enjoyed spending her days in the tallest tower of her castle. But one night, when she didn't come down for dinner, the king sent a servant after her. "Princess," said the servant, "It's dinnertime! Your father will be very angry! Princess?" His incessant knocking had no responce, so he opened the door just a crack and peeked through. "Princess?" he repeated, before gasping in horror. The princess was gone, and her room lay ravaged. Torn sheets strewn across the floor, drawers hanging open, clothes thrown about. Someone had been searching for something, and in a hurry. The servant ran down the flight of stairs and up another one. He rushed past a startled waiter, scattering fruits and roast turkey everywhere. The servant ran to the giant bells on the top of the castle, and pulled the rope with all his might. "The princess is missing! He yelled at the top of his lungs, in order to be heard over the sound of the clanging alarm bells

Answer 3

It was a dark and stormy night. (wait, scratch that!) A homeless man is sitting on a side street behind a downtown garage. A car pulls up, and three men get out. The garage dooe opens and 3 men get out of the car dressed in business suits, not ntoicing the hoemless man. They remove a magnetic license plate from the car, Later the homeless man learns that a car of that description was seen near a robbery, and might be the getaway car. He goes to the front door of the house where he saw the car go into the garage. A woman answers the door. He says, "Yesterday I saw a car go into the garage with a magnetic license plate". She says, "No speaka da Eengleesh", and closes the door. The homeless guy goes down the steps and down the street, but he notices someone following him.

Answer 4

U must be kidding me. I am an author and frankly I hate when ppl come to Y!A and ask the users to think for them. The point of writing a short story is to be creative with ur own ideas. If you can not perform this simple task keep your pen off paper. There is nothing wrong with taking a few idea, "Good artist borrow, great authors steal"



-- T.S Elliot

Answer 5

I'll try this...



Mollie heard the screams from a distance, and she simply cranked the volume of her ipod up even louder. Her parents had made fighting a regular habit lately, and she was tired of trying to break it up. She listened to the sounds of the music being streamed to her by the white ear-buds she had wedged in her ears.

Answer 6

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"Abgail! Dear!" the screech of the mother siren awoker poor Abagail from her trance. But before she turned around to retrieve the life water, she saw something perculiar on the hoizon. Something that seem to be redcoats."

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